Hehehe in Inside My Head

  • Feb. 3, 2014, 3:10 p.m.
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Hehehe 9/8/2002

That night I wrote on Melissa, Kira, and my own board (for Jan to see) "I'm really sorry if I acted like a dick tonight <3 Artist. The next morning I find an awesome message on my board from Kira. It said, "Elissa, I love you like fucking whoa. (gotta love Kira..) Stop being sorry because you have nothing to be sorry about. <3 Kira. And next to Kira's message Melissa wrote 'Agreed.' <3 Melissa. Well, at least I don't feel like such a jerk. I told my sister what happened and she laughed. I guess this sort of stuff is supposed to be funny..? ::shakes head:: The stuff I do in college...

Anyway, that night was basically pretty fun, until the end. Alexis, Diane, Kira, Jan, me, and Melis went to a bar called 'Cheers.' They don't card (which is good because we're all underage and no-one had fakes except me). We get into the bar and its packed. Jan met up with one of her friends and went to the other side of the bar. The rest of us went to the bar so we could order stuff and get smashed.

The bartenders were over-worked and nasty; only one out of the three was serving hard liquor, while the other two only served beers. After getting yelled at and ignored by them, I settled on ordering four Coronas, since Kira didn't want to drink. I bought the first round, and was all impressed with myself until I realized A) Coronas need to be opened with a bottle opener...the damn bartenders served them closed, without any bottle openers in sight B) the Coronas were served without lime. I can't drink a Corona without lime because they're nasty without that cirtus flavor that covers up the beer flavor. So we met up with some guys Diane and Alexis knew and they opened bottles for us.

We gave up on ordering more alcohol since the bartenders were being dicks. We went over to hang out with Jan and her friends for awhile until the place started to empty out and we went back to the bar. FINALLY we managed to get over to the section of the bar where they served hard liquor, and we just kept ordering rounds. I ended up having two Alabama Slammers. two SeaBreezes, a Corona, and a shot of Kamikazee chased down with one of my Slammers. I was sitting on the barstool, enjoying one of my drinks, and this not-so-good-looking guy leans over to me and says, "Do you know how boring you are?" I was so shocked, I just gave him a cheeky smile and shrugged. As soon as we walked off I knew I should've said, "Do you know how fucking ugly you are?"

Why is it that boys seem compelled to make me feell like shit??? I wasn't doing anything to him, wy didn't he just leave me alone? At that point i started to drink alot because that's just what I do when I get upset. Alcohol may not cure problems, but it sure as hell makes them go away for a little while.

Anyway, so Diane and I start talking to some guy named John, who had a house within walking distance of the bar. He told us that there was going to be a post-party at his house, and he'd be outside for a little while, in case we wanted to walk back with him to his party. He was pretty cute, so Diane and I said sure. We ended up not going (sad face) because no-one else wanted to go, and it would be sketchy if we left everyone to go and follow some stranger home. Besides that, I was pretty fucked up by that point.

So we end up leaving the bar in search of TKE, a frat party being held that night. We got there and it was pretty dead, so we decided to just go back to the dorms since 5/7 of everyone in Jan's was wasted. Peter, a friend of Diane, Alexis, and Kira came into the cra with us on the way back to the dorms. The group he was with had ditched, and he needed a ride back. If he was taller (he's only 5'3") and had a haircut, I would hit on him. He's such a cutie frosh but A) he's shorter than me, which is a feat and B) he's 17. Anyway, since we were driving a Bug, and squashed seven people in there, Alexis's head was in my lap, and by the end of the car ride, Peter was on top of her, hooking up. Yeah...having two people on top of you hooking up is an interesting experience...especially if you're smashed.

On the way back to the dorms, Melis peed in in the parking lot outside of the TKE house, which I thought was incredibly funny. I knew I had to use the bathroom, but I figured I'd wait till I got back to the dorms. Normally I have awesome bladder control, but when I'm drunk and hysterically laughing, I think I overestimated myself.

The parking lot by our dorms was of course, filled p, so we had to park in the ass-end of Guam and walk back. I ran (well, tumbled) into the woods by the parking lot. Diane was with me. I couldn't help but hysterically laugh and fall over...That, and I have no coordination with myself when I'm that drunk. I managed to get my pants off, but ended up sitting on them, which defeated the purpose. So there I am, in some woods, with a girl I've know for less than a week, with my pants around my ankles and I'm on my back, laughing hysterically over nothing. ::sigh::

When I finally got up, and realized what happened, I stood up and ended up falling back on the grass, which was of course wet. (It had been raining that night). So now, my pants have pee, alcohol, mud, grass, and God knows what else on them, plus they reek of smoke. And all I could say was "Damn. I need some fucking cigarettes!" Kira was sweet about it though. She kept holding my arm and asking if I was OK. Diane gave me her sweatshirt, because I didn't bring one, and for obvious reasons, needed one.

After getting back to the dorms, I wrote messges on everyone's boards, wrote my drunken OD entry, and passed out. They spent the night trying to find Alexis, who had gone off with Pete in her drunken stupor. I don't think they did anything, but Kira and Diane were really upset. At 17 Alexis is the 'baby' of the group, so everyone keeps a special eye out for her. So yes...that was my night.

I came home for Rosh Hashanah this weekend, got no work done, but ate a lot. Yay!!

THIS should've been my freshman year. I understand now why everyone loves college...

Phobia of the Day: Dystychiphobia- Fear of accidents

Until my next entry (drunken or otherwise)

Artist


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